Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 371 Bi Fang
In the palace.

As the ink flowed, Kongkong'er's face gradually became blurred. He took a step forward, and the ground he stepped on turned into a blank white, then settled with ink.

"I hope the sect leader will grant my request."

Standing before the table, Xu Xuan remained silent, not giving an immediate answer, but instead speaking in a deep voice:
“When I went to Qingzhou to exorcise demons, I met the Daoist Master Guan Quan of Louguan Temple. He used a spiritual object called ‘Plain Paper,’ which comes from the blessed land of white paper. Do you know this object?”

Upon hearing this, Kongkong'er suddenly looked up and saw that blurry face.

"【Plain Paper】? I have heard of this item. It was produced in a blessed land, passed down to the royal family of Fengchao, and later bestowed upon a friendly immortal. I do not remember its specific function."

"So it's a spirit from the Blessed Land of White Paper. I wonder what its connection is with Fengchao?"

Having seen that plain letter, Xu Xuan was even more puzzled about the Blessed Land of White Paper. Its methods of suppressing demonic nature and recreating ancient people were almost superior to those of several immortal sects.

Kongkong'er shook his head, his physical form blurred, ink smudged, and his voice became increasingly murky.

"We paper figures will only do what we're supposed to do and reply to what we're supposed to reply to. Sect Leader, you'd better ask me fewer of these questions in the future, otherwise..."

"I have entered the mountains only to become a sword in the hands of the sect leader, to be at his beck and call. As for the secrets of the ancient times, I cannot say more."

Xu Xuan used his supernatural powers to help Kong Kong'er stabilize her body. The ink aura dissipated, and the other party's body became stable.

"If that is the case, then you and Fayan will lead a hundred people to enter the sea at that time."

He made the decision, and Kongkong'er was overjoyed. She thanked the sect leader, but Xu Xuan sensed that the other party had late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation and seemed to be deep in thought.

"Now that you have reached the late stage of cultivation and have experience in breakthroughs, are you ready to prepare for the Purple Mansion stage?"

Upon hearing this, Kongkong'er's expression turned slightly solemn, and he immediately said in a deep voice:
"If I want to break through, I still need to see the sect leader. If you achieve the Golden Core one day, my position will be promoted, and I will naturally achieve the Purple Mansion without needing to break through."

"Golden Core? That's a far-sighted idea."

Xu Xuan remained calm, showing little surprise at Kong Kong'er's words.

"The sect leader is no ordinary person. Blessed Land has always sent people into the world. We paper figures each serve our own masters and have followed many great supernatural beings, even True Lords. We have all watched them grow step by step."

After speaking, Kongkong'er remained silent. Xu Xuan only told him to retreat temporarily, and then a gust of wind swept up and he disappeared from sight.

'A blessed land of blank paper.'

Xu Xuan pondered silently. This lineage seemed to possess immortal methods, sending people into the mortal world, yet they were extremely restrained, more like observing from the sidelines.

He didn't think about it at the moment. Kong Kong'er volunteering was a good thing. Going to sea was like starting over. Even with Shang Xiao's power, there were still many dangers involved.

Having a Foundation Establishment cultivator with profound strength and extensive knowledge accompanying them provides considerable reassurance, and their background even makes some Purple Mansion cultivators wary.

The selection of people to go to the Western Sea has been roughly decided. Once the Shangxiao Sect arrives, people can be sent there to establish a foothold. After that, he can develop a divine power capable of fighting against mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivators, and then he can enter the sea and truly relocate his sect.

With his mind made up, he took out the Taoist book and studied it intently, while lightning flashed in the hall.
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The Western Sea, the land of cloud-like Magadha.

Pagodas of glazed glass stand tall, with white bones buried within them. In the distance, volcanoes erupt, black flames soaring into the sky, creating a rain of fire that explodes high in the heavens, condensing into smoke and dust that lingers for a long time.

A towering white elephant lies peacefully, clad in gleaming gold and silver armor, carrying a black fiery lotus platform upon which sits the Dharma body of a great Asura, its three aspects being a white lion, a beautiful woman, and a demon. The black fire coalesces into long arms, merging into a divine halo.

Beside the elephant's trunk, which resembled a sky bridge, a giant with bluish-black skin knelt on the ground, his eyes gleaming with a bewildered light, when he heard a low chant coming from above:
"Taqian, I sent you to Qingchen to investigate the situation. Did you get any news?"

Piro's voice echoed, sweeping across the entire forest of pagodas, and the slaves there knelt down to pray, lest they anger this demon god.

"My lord, that is the territory of the Great Li Shangxiao Immortal Sect. How could we possibly get close? We sent several demons there, but they found nothing." Taqian replied tremulously, his mind in a daze. Piluo's gaze fell upon him, and an invisible force pressed down so hard that the guards below could hardly lift their heads, and the ground itself seemed to sink a few inches.

"Starting today, you will go there in person and keep watch from a distance at sea. If there is any unusual activity, report to me immediately."

"Yes."

Taqian raised his head, his eyes gleaming with black light, and his voice suddenly became extremely steady. Piluo nodded slightly, stretched out one hand, and sliced ​​through the void to send the divine guard out.

With a thousand arms outstretched and black flames raging, like the wings of a raven, Pilo sat regally on a lotus throne. The light of day had dimmed, making it difficult for outsiders to see what was happening here.

Piro lowered his three heads and looked at a point in front of him. The void dissipated in his gaze, revealing layers of black light, from which a ball of true red flame manifested.

Once the fire was lit, the surrounding area became even hotter. Trees withered, streams dried up, and the heat rose. Many slaves could not withstand it, their internal organs withered and they collapsed.

From within this ball of precious flames appeared a spirit beast, shaped like a crane, with blue feathers and red markings, five flowing flame tails, a gray-white beak, and standing on one leg.

The fire crane slowly opened its eyes and saw the Asura's Dharma body that blotted out the sky in front of it. Its eyes showed ferocity. With a whoosh, it soared into the sky, its beak like a heavenly sword, aiming straight for Pira's face.

A streak of black light surged upwards, causing the firecracker to tremble, losing all its ferocity. It lowered its head and respectfully said:

"Sir, you are..."

"【Bao Chi】, I need your help."

Pilo's three heads stared intently, and the black flames on the thousand arms seemed to have stopped. The originally violent fire was frozen by his supernatural power, and the surroundings were completely silent.

"What brings you here, sir? This lowly demon is but a remnant spirit, residing within this [Feather-Burning Treasure Fire], having lost all my supernatural powers. I fear..."

Bao Chi spoke in a low voice, already recognizing the kind of demon before him, and was immediately horrified.

After escaping from the Demon Refining Tower, he only felt a flash of black light before losing his divine sense. He assumed he had been captured by a celestial cultivator, never expecting to fall into this person's hands.

He was merely a small Bifang spirit, and when he was locked in the tower, he was only at the early stage of the Purple Mansion realm. How could he possibly resist the opponent?
Pilo then blew a breath, and the blood and qi of many slaves who had died here surged forth, coalescing into a Dharma body—a dark-skinned youth with a sharp face, a slender figure, and wearing a bright red Dharma robe.

"Sir, is this?"

Before Bao Chi could react, he saw Pi Luo throw the spiritual fire that he was inhabiting into it, and Bi Fang's essence was steadily integrated without any disharmony.

“Go west to the Southern Peacock Kingdom, join the Peacock King, and serve in my place.” Piro paused slightly, then the beautiful woman gave a cold laugh, “to find out the current situation of [Blockage].

"I will obey your orders, sir."

Bao Chi stood up, his expression slightly composed, and a black light swirled in his eyes before gradually fading away. He rode the wind and headed south towards the Peacock Kingdom, leaving only a trail of fire in the sky.

Piro withdrew his thousand arms, which then coalesced into a divine ring. His three heads, solemn yet ferocious, murmured:

"Cangyu, it's a pity she escaped. I wonder where she is now?"

If they could capture this celestial demon, they wouldn't be so short of manpower to command him right now. As for that Heavenly Monk? The karma is too heavy, and this remnant of the Golden Crow has never even considered it.

At this moment, he activated his supernatural powers and sensed from afar that he seemed to be able to perceive a dark sun far away in the Abyss of Fiends, as if it were calling out to tear him into it.

The contact was immediately lost. His expression darkened slightly as he looked up at the sky, where the sun hung high, illuminating all directions.

When will it sink?

(End of this chapter)